Truck stop magic

Witches have no sense of proportionality. Sure, it was rude of me to tell her she had a nice rack, but I meant it as a complement, and anyhow they were just words.

Well, she said some mumbo-jumbo in a strange language. When I asked her what they meant, she said "just words".

The curse she laid on me didn't kick in until the next day, when I had parked my rig at a truck stop in Oklahoma. I was making some repairs when I found myself like this. My truck ain't going anywhere until I get a new fan belt, and to do that I'm going to have to go into the shop. I hope "just words" is all I have to face.